Death On The Day of Remembrance

by Leona Graham on 11 November, 2015

in Poesie

11 November 2015

 

Death shall have its dominion

After all is said and done

Year on year we remember more

 

Clearly as the leaves fall

Between the headstones

Drifting down centuries

 

Of endless war, as babies drown

On Mediterranean shores

And the rape of Syria

 

Wearies the world

In its cocoon before climate

Change wakes us all from

 

The Sleep of Us Undead.

But the woman my humanity

Holds me to be, has hope

 

Though not in my lifetime

Perchance sometime

A young girl will dance

 

Where once Death stalked

Will sing where Blood spilt

In Her Life we shall be reborn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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